
Photo: Atara Katz
Undo mud
Into light
Unfurl rain
Straight green up
Petals forth
Hope transforms.

Photo: Atara Katz
Undo mud
Into light
Unfurl rain
Straight green up
Petals forth
Hope transforms.

Photo: Osnat Halperin-Barlev
Treat this world
With care.
The wounds of past
The acts of now —
They are your very
Heartbeat
And weave
Your children’s
Only
Shelter.
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Photo: Amitai Asif
As soon as I saw this week’s photo challenge, I knew what goes in it! (Thank you to my nephew, Amitai Asif, for this fab photo!)
I love the complex simplicity of this hiker’s approach to helping clean up the paths he walks on: String together necklaces of bottle caps, find trash, screw trash to empty top, continue on. Leave the world a better place than you had found it.
Reuse.
Refresh.
Reclaim.
Lead by example.
Be the solution.
Be the change you want to see.
Amen.
For The Tuesday Photo Challenge

Photo: Inbar Asif
Make any reservation
Resonate
With trust
So that holding
Onto
What can be
And what will
Come
Secures no doubts
Yet removes
No options
From the table
Save those
That have
Been found
Indigestible
To your
Heart
And mind.
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Photo: Amitai Asif
Finally
The time is near
To wrap up yet
Another year
To open
Doors
To better cheer
So stale old fogs
Can slowly clear
And fresh
New hopes
Appear.
For The Daily Post

tltweek98
“You are too late,” Sea lion said to Polar bear, “the ice is gone, the fish moved on.”
Polar bear’s heart sank but he stretched a smile over the hunger pangs.
“I know,” he managed. “Berries are moving in. Good thing I’ve gone vegetarian.”

Photo: Amitai Asif
There are eons of old
Set in stone
Pressed in rock.
Do you hear them
Or not
Do you know
What you’re told
Can you feel part of all
That had gone
And which may
Or may not
Come along
To live on?
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Photo: Amitai Asif
This photo of an ancient synagogue in the Golan in Israel brings up both the frailty and sturdiness of history. The Jewish house of worship in the photo is many centuries old. It reflects millennia of Jewish connection to the area, along with the realities of wars, destruction, exile, division, and battles over God and faith, righteousness and identity … All of which continue to this day … in many faiths and identifications … all over the world.
I look at this photo and where some might see ruins, I see times of destruction and times of rebuilding. I see a testament to time’s eternal light. I feel awe at the masonry and workmanship, at the symmetry and the human stories these walls had seen, heard, lived, know. People have gathered to worship communally in this synagogue, as humans of all faiths had gathered in places of worship around the world before and since. At its core, a house of worship – be it made of bricks, wood, stone, or out in open nature; whether it praises one God or the many deities of spirituality – holds the potential to bring people closer together and closer to appreciating creation and the need for compassion and gratitude.
Geography shifts, empires shuffle people around, greed blinds, circumstances and propaganda preach division (and sometimes even hate and violence), but at its very foundation, humanity withstands, faith remains, hope endures.
May we build on strength and community. May our foundations always hold true and strong.
The prompt for today was just too on point to ignore, when the paperback became available TODAY (!!!) and when so much of this novel is about what a home is, or what may at any moment become a place one is pushed out of or needs to run away from. The connection felt even more apt with how the holidays bring up for so many the very realities and stories of a home (or lack thereof).
“Apples in Applath” is a work of fiction, yet very real children do fall victim to policies and realities not of their choice or making. Also real is that what makes a home or family is not always immediately obvious; and that hope and wariness, need and conscience, often compete inside one’s soul as one seeks a safe space to call home.
I’m very excited for “Apples in Applath” – my fourth book and third novel. I hope you’ll check it out and share it with others who may find an interest. I hope that it may find a home in yours.
Even more so, my wish for you — and for all who are or once were children — is that you’ll always have a safe nest to call home.
For The Daily Post

Photo: Amitai Asif
There is sludge
That won’t budge
There is gumming of parts
So the muck
Becomes stuck
As so many now fudge
And prefer to hold grudge
‘Stead of clearing the gunk
Of those who claim truth is junk
Who treat lies
As their prize
And demise
As new highs.
For The Daily Post
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